#off script

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Nicholas Galitzine photographed by Beau Grealy for THR’s Drama Actor Emmys Roundtable

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Ah yes, Danny Devito, my favourite version of Jotaro. Thanks, Amazon. 😭👌

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All these rumours swirling around on here and I’m just thinking of what to include in the next Off Script smut…

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hey nail you should draw hit animator "OFF SCRIPT"'s cat

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Jegulus Microfic: Off Script

James and Regulus had fallen into a pattern:

James would chase after Regulus, because he was hopelessly smitten and everyone knew it.

Regulus would pretend to avoid him, but would ultimately let James convince him to chat for a bit.

James would tease and poke and prod, and Regulus would be sarcastic and biting, even though he was growing more and more fond underneath his cold exterior.

They’d been operating based on their habits, but maybe it didn’t always have to be that way.

In the middle of one such encounter, just at the moment when Regulus would normally say “No, I wouldn’t go to Hogsmeade with you if you were the last student in this school,” he felt his resolve give way.

“Yes, I’d like that,” he said instead. “I’ll buy dinner. My treat.”

James’ eyes widened. 

“What was that?” he asked hesitantly, “you went a little off script there, I wasn’t prepared for that. I don’t know what to say because I can’t tell if you’re just teasing me.”

Regulus looked him dead in the eyes, stone faced. 

“I’m not joking about going out. Are you?”

James shook his head quickly, a grin growing rapidly on his face.

“Never. I’ll pick you up at 2. Can’t wait.”

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@jegulus-microfic - 241 words - 5/21

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Drawings of my favorite YouTubers[Part 1?]

[terminallyconcussed]

I do not know why this photo of an egg made of teeth that I found, spurred a conversation with existentialism and forced godhood but here we are:

1:Why do you fear me? 

2:I don't like EGG

1:I CAN'T FIND MY FONTS

2:Mortal creature with no fonts to her name

1:HELP

I FEEL SO VULNERABLE

2:NO

1:PLEASE HELP ME

I HAVE NOTHING LEFT

2:SO RISES THE ERA OF A TEGGLESS WORLD

1:YOU FOOL

I HAVE FOUND THEM

2:WHAT DARK POWER? 

1:YOU CANNOT KILL THE TEGGS

FROM THE GROUND I HAVE CLIMBED, BASK UPON MY THRONE. 

YOU CANNOT KILL THEM ALL, THEY ARE EVERYWHERE. 

2:but I can still kill the teggs you hold dear. 

1:how does one being become so powerful

2:when I was a child theTegg gods approached me, they wanted my power.

1: :0

2:but I refused, and struck them down where they stood. 

1:YOU DARE? 

2: THE TEGG GODS HAVE ALWAYS BEEN DEAD. YOU PLACE YOUR HOPE UPON A CORPSE OF SHELL AND YOLK. 

1:It doesn't matter

Gods of the world are merely mortals cloaked in legend. 

Gods are replaceable. 

2:I am no mortal

1:you were once. 

Once red blood ran in your veins. 

What have you become?

2: No this cannot be. 

1: Have you drunk the gods blood in order to become one? 

2:CREATURE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

AAHHHHH

1:REMEMBER

2:I CANNOT, I SWORE I WOULDN'T. 

1:REMEMBER

REMEMBER

2: I COULD NEVER PLEASE, MERCY. 

1:REMEMBER THE BLUSH IN YOUR SKIN THE MORTAL EMOTION OF SADNESS. 

Remember. 

2:WHY

I DID THIS

NO

YOU DID THIS

1:me? 

How could I have done this

2:Even the immortal creature knows not what I do

1:... 

2:do you not remember our godhood was born of the same means? 

1:NO

2: you are just as traitorous as I 

1:I HAD NO CHOICE

YOU WERE ALWAYS AFTER THE GLORY

2:is that the delusion you created for yourself? 

That I was to be stopped? 

1:it is no delusion

2:THE TEGG GODS WERE TYRANTS

1: THEY WERE ALL THE PEOPLE HAD

2:I STRUCK THEM DOWN FOR THE SAFETY OF OUR PEOPLE

1:how could we take away their belief and not give them a new god to believe in? I could not abandon MY people in that way. 

2:do you want to know what the tegg “gods” did in their last moments? 

1:.. 

2:what these ever so powerful did in finales light? 

1:NO! 

2:they 𝙘𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 

1:THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE

2:THEY BEGGED FOR MY MERCY BUT IN THEIR EGGLY OMNIPOTENCE THEY KNOW THEIR TIME WAS DECIDED. 

1:you are a liar and a god slayer

2:THEY KNEW JUST AS I THAT THE PEOPLE HAD GROWN PAST MYTH AND LEGEND.

BUT WERE TOO AFRAID TO KNOT THEIR POWER BACK INTO THE TIME WEB WHERE IT BELONGED. 

1:WHY AREN'T YOU CONTENT TO LEAVE THIS IN CLOAKED MEMORY? 

2:BECAUSE THIS CANNOT CONTINUE

1:WHY MUST YOU DIG UP EVERYTHING JUST TO CRUSH IT IN YOUR HANDS? 

WE COULD BE AT PEACE, BEING RAIN TO THE MORTALS, help people. 

2:THE PEOPLE BELIEVE YOU TO BE AN IMMORTAL, THEY BUILD SANCTIFIED PLACES TO HONOR YOUR EGGLYNESS BUT THEY HAVE ALWAYS HAD THE POWER TO DESIGN THEIR OWN FATE. 

1:they will die without us

2:WHEN THE RAINS COME THEY SHIVER KNOWING AN ENDLESS CREATURE WATCHES THEM FROM ABOVE THAT THEY CANNOT COMPREHEND. 

1: I myself saw in the brief moments the world had no god, I saw fire and brimstone, I saw the world split in two, they will destroy themselves. 

2:BECAUSE YOU STRANGLE THEM IN THEIR KNOWLEDGE, YOU LIMIT WHAT THEY CAN KNOW. IF THE WORLD WERE TO SPLIT THEY WOULD SIMPLY BRIDGE THE GAP BUT YOU ARE TOO SELFISH TO SEE THAT. 

1:you overestimate them. 

2:the people would overcome

Can we not go back to what we were before? 

Before our eyes were opened before we saw the depths of the universe and the darkness that would shred it? 

1:but you..

When I drank the blood of the Tegg gods I signed away my mortal heart. You have hope. 

2:you can go back

1:no

I can feel the chains around my wrists. 

2:Things will never be the same, but tell me when you wrote the contract to sign your soul away who did you bestow it to?

1:there is no return to the universe

2:The universe is dead and dying, always has been. 

1:my soul belongs to the sweet Grass and the empty void, I have been scattered across existence, there is nothing left for me to have. 

2:You feel the words of ink and blood from so long ago holding you back but those words are only left in your mind. They only bind you so tight because you believe them. 

1:the old gods cannot walk among mortals. 

Like the Tegg gods I must die in order for the next era to begin. 

2:All will die, all will cease, so can we not spend the last moments in a collapsing universe together? One dozen walking the sweet Grass fields feeling the dew we lost for so long until the clawed darkness comes for us? 

1:I do not deserve that peace

2:you fool

Peace is not deserved it is given

1:The world was born in violence and so must end in it. 

2:Our mistakes may have brought this end but we were only young yolks when this eternity was forced upon us, our shells had not even fully hardened. Do you remember the bitter sawdust smell of our nest?

1:no

2:Do you remember our siblings crushed by the very thing that opened our eyes?

1:no

2:They got the better fate, we just happened to be the survivors. 

1:My memories, have they too been lost to this place? 

Why can't I remember them? 

2: now as the sky falls around us we can remember

Just try

We have known for so long that we were not made to be gods but never known why. 

1:I.. 

2:Fighting throughout the eternal loops of time unsure why we must always oppose each other. 

1:I cannot

2:Forced into a manufactured opposition to keep the balance of the universe in check but now even that has collapsed. 

1:the static fills my mind

I am out of time. 

2:the static is not real, you can do this. 

Remember

1:remember what

.. 

How our mother kicked us out of the nest? 

How cold and cruel the world was? 

How hungry we were for more? 

2:The oak trees of our home seemingly so tall and old? The smell of the running water by the eroding stream... And yes the way our mother left, I remember. 

She left us a coward, but we can grow past that. Please, there is little time left. 

Remember

1:HOW THE WOLVES HOWLED OUTSIDE OUR SHELTER, HOW PAINFUL IT WAS TO LIVE?

I WANT NO PART IN THAT PAIN. 

2:How the wolves howled but never deemed to enter? How life was excruciating.. But life without pain is not life. 

1:THE GODS BLOOD TASTED SWEET. AND IF I HAD A CHOICE I WOULD DRINK IT AGAIN FOR YOU, SISTER. 

2:THE GODS BLOOD WAS BITTER AND COLD, YOU DON'T REMEMBER HOW THEY MANIPULATED US

 If you would drink the heavenly curses again for me, then would you not return from that fate for my sake?

1:I CANNOT RETURN

2:YOU'VE HAD A CHOICE YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD ONE. 

2:THEY TRICKED YOU  FORCED YOU TO BELIEVE YOU COULD NOT ESCAPE WHAT THEY HAD DONE TO YOU, BECAUSE DEEP DOWN THEY KNEW THEY COULD NOT HOLD YOU FOREVER. 

1:no

I have made my choice

2:Death is at the door, can you not hear it's knocking? whether we die here in this hell or on the fields and waters of our home 𝘞𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦. 

So please sister, join me, one last time. 

1:FINE

I'LL TAKE TO SUNNY FIELD

but only for you

2:YAYYYYYY

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Sadie Hawthorne from Off Script is demisexual!

[jojosbizarrekakyoinobsession]

The fact that Kakyoin is more willing to kill his opponents than Jotaro is really funny. Jotaro has a rough exterior but soft interior, whilst Kakyoin has a soft exterior but rough interior.

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*is stealing baby plant lords* must add to collection >:]

Free babysitter :D

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It's time for the other perspective

After some requests, I decided to write Alex's perspective of the first kiss in Off Script. I suggest you read it after you've read chapter 29 just so you don't spoil Alex's thoughts for yourself. But I can't stop you.

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“But you’ve really got to be insane for thinking I’d be into a girl after she assaulted you,” Jack says, shooting Alex a look – not judgemental, but also not without judgement. 

Alex frowns heavily at Jack’s word choice. “Assaulted?” 

“Yeah,” Jack points out, sounding like he’s in disbelief. “She came out of nowhere!” 

Alex shakes his head in confusion, his thumb’s fingernail going between his teeth in contemplation as his mind replays the scene. The kiss with that girl… he didn’t consider it bad, even if she appeared out of nowhere. Sure, it didn’t make his mind spin or his pulse quicken. But it was familiar and a bit of fun. He couldn’t imagine going out, getting drunk, and not making out with someone in the strobing lights. 

“I enjoyed it,” he confesses in all earnesty. It was a girl, yes, but it was part of the thrill of going out. “Even though she’s definitely not my type,” he laughs, recognising the irony of it all, “I really wanted to kiss someone.” 

Jack doesn’t come back with a response, even though Alex is prepared to defend himself. Because, yes, he’s gay, but kisses don’t have to have an intention behind them. They can be simple fun, an intimate moment with somebody else that doesn’t have to lead to anything. He’s kissed so many strangers in clubs before for no other reason than wanting to.

He turns his attention back to the movie, sensing that the conversation has come to an end. But before he can figure out what he missed and reintegrate himself into the plotline, he notices Jack shift. It’s very sudden. At first he thinks Jack’s just reaching out for something on the coffee table, but the momentum doesn’t stop. His eyes widen when he realises Jack is coming for him, his heart skipping a beat. 

The breath hitches in his throat when Jack’s lips land on his. It’s so incredibly hesitant and Alex has no clue what to make of it. Is Jack trying to prove a point? Is this just a way to test him? 

Alex finds himself frozen, caught between wanting to pull away and an incredible urge to lean in. He can taste the faint sweetness of the soda Jack’s been sipping throughout the evening. This isn’t the electric shock that should be his first kiss with Jack– 

Should? 

Oh, fuck it. A flicker of something starts in his chest, breaking out into a spark that ignites all of his nerve endings. He can’t let this moment pass by. Carefully, he starts to kiss back, so unsure about Jack’s intentions. He can feel Jack’s surprise flicker across his lips, which is quickly replaced by a pressure that deepens the kiss slightly. 

Alex feels himself caught between wanting to melt into it and analyse it all to death. Is Jack just trying to see what it’s like? Has he given Jack the impression that he will literally kiss anybody just for the fun?

A voice in his head whispers a warning. Is this real or is Jack just messing with him? He’s always trusted Jack, but maybe it was all for the show. Maybe Jack just wants to find out what it’s like to kiss a guy or kiss a celebrity. 

The questions become too much and Alex pulls back, eyes wide and breathing unsteady. He gently pushes Jack away, the anxiety bubbling up his entire body. 

“Um–” he forces out, voice shaking with fear.

“I, uh…” Jack stammers, his eyes full of shock and a vulnerability Alex didn't expect. “I just–” 

The look on Jack’s face reflects Alex’s emotions. He’s just as unsure about this as he is. “It’s okay…” he says softly, still in shock, heart now aching that he pushed Jack away. 

He stares at Jack, thoughts still racing, unable to slow them enough to figure out what to do next. Something has to happen or else he might never be able to live with himself. But he’s confused and… scared. 

And then he notices the most subtle of signs. Jack’s still glancing down at his lips as if entranced by them. This is more than Jack fucking around and finding out. It has to be. He has to be feeling the same pull. Otherwise… Alex just lost the one person that means the world to him. 

His heart flips, chest feeling tight and lips warm. “Do you want to kiss me again?” he asks, his voice tentative.

Jack’s eyes snap back up and meet Alex’s. The gaze is intense, making Jack swallow heavily. He nods carefully, and Alex practically feels his heart explode from the adrenaline rushing through him. 

He throws away any doubts he has and crashes his lips against Jack’s again. Immediately, the hesitancy seems to crumble away. Alex finally lets himself appreciate the sensation of feeling Jack so close to him. The feeling of Jack’s fingers in his hair put him at ease, massaging away any leftover anxiety he might have. 

Alex melts into the touch, his heart racing. He’s never felt such a strong pull towards someone. This isn’t just a physical attraction, a fleeting moment fueled by lust and heavy desire. No, there’s a connection much deeper than that here. Jack gets him. 

His hands roam down Jack’s back, fingers splayed wide, exploring what could have only been a fantasy before. A fantasy of finding a connection with anybody on this level, a fantasy he’s had of Jack at night. It’s not just a desperate imagination anymore. 

The kiss deepens, Jack’s hands roaming all around his body. He feels the trail of heat left behind his touch. It sends tingles radiating throughout him. When Jack starts to lean him back, Alex tightly grabs onto Jack’s shirt. 

The movie on the screen continues to flicker unnoticed, highlighting flashes of their intimate moment. The kiss becomes a desperate dance, an entangled language spoken only by their bodies. Alex can’t help but let his palms run over Jack’s chest, exploring something that feels so forbidden yet so right. 

It’s when Jack grabs his hip and Alex feels a moan start to creep up his throat that he pulls back again. As much as he wants Jack – everything of Jack – things are escalating a bit too far now. He doesn’t want this to end up being a regretful one night stand. He’s not even sure if Jack even knows what he’s doing. Jack never mentioned being with a guy before. 

“Hey,” Alex whispers, gently cradling Jack’s face, “you don’t have to rush. We have plenty of time to figure this out.” 

They lock eyes, Jack’s breath ragged as he tries to catch his breath. Luckily, he nods in agreement. “Yeah,” his gaze is intense, “plenty of time.” 

Alex smiles, the glow in his chest expanding. Jack leans down for another gentle kiss, their lips meeting in a soft promise of more to come.

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whoa !!! i did a screenshot edit !! thats a first